("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._
                     `6_ 6  )   `-.  (     ).`-.__.`)
                     (_Y_.)'  ._   )  `._ `. ``-..-'
                    _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,'
                   ((('   (((-(((''  ((((
                 K R I S T E N' S    C O L L E C T I O N
		_________________________________________
		                WARNING!
		This text file contains sexually explicit
		material. If you do not wish to read this
		type of literature, or you are under age,
		PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!!
		_________________________________________




			Scroll down to view text


















--------------------------------------------------------
This work is copyrighted to the author © 2006.  Please
don't remove the author information or make any changes
to this story.  You may post freely to non-commercial
"free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites.
Thank you for your consideration.
--------------------------------------------------------

A Holiday In Africa
by Author on Africa (author@uwclub.net)

***

A white cheerleader sneaks off for a holiday in Africa 
while her rich parents think she is staying with 
friends. (M+/f-teen, 1st, orgy, intr)

***

Kirstie stepped tentatively into the bar. She had 
arrived that evening from New York, but was too excited 
to catch up on her sleep. At last, she was here! 

In Africa, on a safari holiday! 

She had flown in with a group of Americans and had been 
met at the airport by the safari firm, where she had 
met the other people who would be on the tour with her. 

Some of them were in the bar, but they did not seem to 
have noticed her. They were a mixed bag. Two couples, 
two families with their kids, and one other single 
woman travelling alone. Her name was Ruth, she was 
about 25, and she did not seem very friendly. Not 
apparently wanting Kirstie as a holiday friend. This 
had disconcerted Kirstie. Only in her late teens, this 
was her first holiday alone. Her rich parents thought 
she was staying with Susan, and her family, at their 
cabin in the mountains. 

She stepped deeper into the crowded bar. The reality 
was beyond anything she had imagined. She was shocked 
by the teeming mass of black people. The smell in the 
bar was of humanity at its most pungent. Most of the 
crowd in the bar were black African men, with a few 
tourists among them. Obviously, the local Africans used 
this bar as well as the hotel guests. 

She could have gone into the rooftop bar but meeting 
black men had been one of her teenage fantasies. There 
were a few black women in the bar. They did not look 
particularly respectable. She suspected they were 
whores looking to make money from the white tourists. 
They were certainly very aggressive in chatting up the 
white men, even when their wives were present. 

She had never seen so many black people in one place 
before. It shouldn't have, but it still came as a 
surprise to her to being in a country where nearly 
everyone was black. African, she corrected herself. She 
must be careful not to offend. 

As she headed for the bar, the crowds parted. It was as 
if she was walking through the sea, and the water was 
parting for her. She was surrounded by sea of smiling 
black faces. She jumped as a hand cupped her bottom in 
a quick squeeze then darted between her legs from 
behind. She whirled in fury that someone would have 
dared to touch her. She glared at the laughing African 
men behind her. They were much older than her. She 
tried to decide which one had been the groper, but 
their laughing eyes and smiling faces defeated her. 

They took no offence at her belligerent scowl that 
would have scared off her college suitors. They pressed 
forward trying to talk to her, offering her their 
drink. Cheeky grins prominent. 

She realized that she had nothing to fear from these 
smiling faces. Only warmth and laughter was in their 
eyes.

Nevertheless, she backed away from this group of rather 
forward men. She dodged through a gap in the crown and 
reached the crowded bar. Surprised that almost by magic 
a gap had opened for her. Even the barman seemed to be 
awaiting her arrival. "Coke, please," she asked the 
barman who grinned and fetched a Coke, as she watched 
he stopped and put some Bacardi in it. 

"No, no just Coke," she protested. He grinned. "On the 
house, madam." His grin was infectious, and Kirstie 
couldn't help but smile. She took the drink, looking 
nervously at it. She had not had many alcoholic drinks. 
In America, she would not even be allowed in a bar, 
never mind given alcohol. This was another first for 
her. 

She jumped! 

Someone else had groped her! 

A hand on her leg, up underneath her lightweight skirt! 

She whirled around, to be met by more laughing eyes, 
and grinning faces. She scowled, but who to scowl to? 

"On holiday, miss?" "Have you been here before, miss?" 
"Do you have any friends as pretty as you?" Laughter 
all around, Kirstie could not help but smile. "You'll 
see lots of animals. Lots of birds." 

"Will I see dangerous animals?" 

"We are all around you, miss!" They roared with 
laughter. 

"Come and sit down, miss." "Over here." "No, over 
here." "Next to me." Kirstie was confused. There seemed 
to be such an eager, cheerful crowd of men. She had 
never been the centre of so much attention of so many 
men so much older than herself. She was used to the 
boys at school. As the daughter of one of the town's 
prominent businessmen, she was used to being treated 
with a certain respect. 

She looked around for people from her group. What few 
there were in the bar where equally besieged. She tried 
to head for one of them. The crush of Africans was 
thick. She could feel them pressing against her. Hands 
seemed everywhere. She tried to avoid them but whenever 
she turned hands seemed to accidentally touch, or not 
so accidentally touch. 

To brush her bottom, her waist, her breasts, her bare 
legs, even! She pushed hard, but it was no good, the 
press was too thick. She turned back to the bar, 
resting her drink and gathered herself. 

Africans were all around her. Is this not what she had 
wanted? Some were whispering to her, but she could not 
hear from the noise in the hotel bar. It was all so 
overpowering. Another drink appeared in front of her. 
One of the Africans was holding it out to her. She 
turned to look at him. 

He was big! 

I mean REALLY big. 

There was laughter in his eyes, which seemed to be 
laughing and admiring at the same time. He pushed the 
drink towards her and she took it. She smiled back at 
him, nervously. He leaned forward to try and hear what 
he was saying. That was when the hand touched her 
again, high on her thigh. Inside again, beneath her 
skirt. 

She froze. 

Smiling faces in all directions. The crowd was so tight 
around her she was unable to tell whose hand it was! It 
moved, stroking gently. Kirstie felt like a prisoner, 
trapped in a sea of men. It was as though the press of 
men had conspired to pin her in position giving her 
groper a free rein. She couldn't believe this was 
happening. Who would dare? 

The hand was gentle, soft, warm. It stroked in circles. 
Her nipples stiffened. Kirstie cursed her body for 
betraying her. She shouldn't be aroused by a stranger's 
hand. It was so weird to be standing in a bar, with a 
man's hand under her skirt and not even know whose it 
was! She wriggled her hips to throw it off, and there 
was giggling around her. She realized these men could 
see her nipples had become erect though her tight T-
shirt. It was embarrassing. 

She turned to the gentleman who had offered her a 
drink. He smiled and she edged closer. He was big. He 
would keep the others off, she reasoned. 

She twitched as his hand slid around her shoulders and 
pulled her closer to him. The other hands slid away. 

To her surprise, she realized she missed the warm touch 
of that caressing hand. What on earth was the matter 
with her? Her rescuer, for that was how she considered 
him now, was whispering in her ear. She could not hear 
him, but he was gesturing to an alcove where there was 
some seating. She nodded, and allowed him to lead her 
there. 

She would be able to sit down and she would be safe 
there, sheltered from the crowd. She moved forward, and 
his hand slid around her waist. He was so strong, she 
realized. She could feel his muscles ripple across his 
arm. 

The alcove she found was crowded suddenly, as African 
men poured in to the alcove behind them. She was 
pressed and crowded by laughing, grinning faces. 

"You like to party?" Kirstie nodded. The Africans 
roared their approval. "You party girl, yes?" Kirstie 
grinned. Parties she understood. "I like parties!" 
"Yeah!" they roared and Kirstie smiled. 

The Africans were talking rapidly among themselves, and 
Kirstie could not understand them. She looked at her 
rescuer. His eyes met hers and she shivered. It was a 
strange, tingling shiver. She felt herself moisten and 
was shocked. No man had ever made her react like this. 
He was a big male animal and he wanted her. Just like 
all these other men wanted her, she realized. She would 
have to be very careful. This was not America. This was 
not a game. This was the real world, with real men. 

The surrounding crowd of African men did little to hide 
their admiration. Bantering, joking, laughing smiling 
eyes that fondled in much the same way that hand had 
stroked. Her "friend" nodded at her. "You'll be safe 
with me." His hand rested on her bare thigh. She 
nodded. Another drink appeared in front of her. 

"Do you like dancing?" she asked the Africans around 
her. They looked at her. "Yes, we like dancing. Too 
crowded here. You come with us and we take you dancing. 
We party!" More laughter. Kirstie nodded. 

"Is there a club nearby? A nightclub?" 

"We have our own club!" 

Laughter and giggling greeted those words. The hand on 
her thigh stroked and Kirstie relaxed. It felt nice. 
She was feeling woozy. Nice, but woozy. The hand was 
hot, stroking, sliding on her bare flesh. It was too 
hot to wear stockings. She looked at the hand. 

It was black, so black on her white flesh. She shivered 
again. Her nipples were really hard. She looked at the 
Africans who were talking to her. She could see their 
eyes on her hard nipples. They knew! She flushed, and 
they laughed. She flushed again. 

Inside, she was glowing. A strange warm glow centred in 
her loins. She must be careful, she realized. Only one 
more drink, and then she must sleep. But the drinks 
kept coming. She found herself excited at the eager 
African eyes. 

It was as though they were making love to her with 
their eyes. Caressing her, fondling her. Stripping her. 
Instead of being shocked or afraid, she found herself 
even more aroused. Wet between her legs! Her panties 
were soaked. 

She stood up, and wobbled lightly, to more laughter. 
Hands supported her. 

"Party Time!" 

"No, I must sleep now." African eyes grinned at her. 

"No time for sleep! Holiday time! Party time! Dancing! 
Fun! You come with us, we show you the best time ever." 
Kirstie could not help but laugh at their enthusiasm. 

"No, no, time to sleep!" They smiled, and urged her 
forward. Kirstie allowed them to guide her through the 
bar. It seemed much easier with the Africans helping 
her. Suddenly she was outside, in the balmy African 
evening. It was so refreshing outside, a lovely, 
comforting warmth. With wonderful smells from the 
hotel's lush garden. 

How did she get here? 

She was supposed to be going to the hotel lobby. She 
turned, but the Africans were surging out behind her. 

"Party time!" They yelled, grinning at her. 

"No," she tried to explain, but it was no good, they 
were not having any of it. She laughed as arms around 
her waist virtually lifted her off her feet. These 
Africans were so strong! She snuggled against her 
protector, offering no resistance as he carried her 
away. 

"Well, only for a little while," she whispered to him. 
The Africans whooped, and led her in a crazy dance 
across the pristine grass-covered lawns of the hotel, 
past the swaying palm trees, and under the glittering 
starlit sky. They laughed and whooped with Kirstie, but 
their eyes were watchful for the hotel security men. 
For the police who would no doubt question them if they 
found them with this pretty white girl. 

Kirstie looked up. Where were they? 

They had gone only a few hundred yards from the hotel 
and yet the transformation. The road had become dust. 
Shanties lined the street. There were no more street 
lights. She looked at her escort. He grinned and 
tightened his grip around her waist. 

"Where are we going?" She was nervous. They could tell 
it from her voice. They grinned. The predators had 
snared their prey. Soon it would be time to play with 
their prize. 

They turned through the narrow maze of alleys, through 
the shanties until they stopped. They listened. There 
were some whisperings. Then they led Kirstie inside the 
nearest shanty. 

Candles and oil lanterns lit the interior. It was 
musky. Music started up, and one of the Africans handed 
her a drink. She drank it nervously. 

"I'll have to go soon." They grinned. She could see a 
feral lust in their eyes, a greedy naked hunger that 
she had never seen in the eyes of men. She quivered, 
and turned to her rescuer. 

"Come little lady, let's dance." She slid into his open 
arms. He would protect her. She would cling to him, and 
he would keep her safe. The music was slow, the other 
Africans silent, watchful. She pressed closer. The 
African grinned. He could sense her fear, and it 
excited him. He could feel her youthful breasts pressed 
against him. They would taste so sweet. His hands slid 
down her back, gently cupping her soft, round bottom. 
She would be able to feel his cock now, and he grinned 
to himself. 

Kirstie held on tight. She had gone too far. She knew 
that now. No one would come and help in this shanty 
town. Her skirt was short and light, and she could 
sense their eyes on her lovely legs. Her "rescuer's" 
hand cupped her bottom. 

Normally, she would not allow this. Not allow this 
familiarity. Tonight she hung on and hoped she would be 
allowed to go back to the hotel soon. His hands were 
stroking her bottom. It was nice. She wriggled in his 
arms. He had something in his pocket. It felt like two 
cans of Coke. You would have thought he would take it 
out before dancing with her! 

Suddenly his hands were on her bare bottom! Not over 
her skirt, but inside her panties! She struggled, but 
he held her tight. His large black hands moulded the 
soft, silky curves. As she struggled she wriggled 
against him. He seemed to be rubbing the Coke bottles 
against her! 

"No, let me go." Her voice was low, pleading. There was 
no point being demanding. She knew that would get her 
nowhere. His hands were electrifying on her! No man had 
ever had his hands inside her panties, and others were 
watching. 

"Please, no." She struggled free of his hands and 
pulled away. She looked up at him. 

"I would like to go back to the hotel now." He grinned. 
But this time there was no humour in his eyes. Instead 
there was a strange look. He reached for her. Kirstie 
backed away, but the now silent Africans pushed her 
back towards him. She fell into his arms, and he 
grasped her tight. His mouth crushed down on hers, and 
he kissed her. 

Fiercely. Passionately. He kissed. Kirstie nearly 
swooned. 

Then his hand was between her legs. Cupping her vulva, 
moulding, teasing exploring. Kirstie struggled to pull 
free, to push his hand away, to free herself. 

He shook her. It was like shaking a rag doll! Kirstie 
bounced in his arms, and then he pulled her close. He 
had locked one of her hands behind her back! She 
squirmed in his grasp. 

"Please...." 

She looked up at him. His eyes stared back at her. 
Those eyes.... She felt loins pulse and throb between 
her legs as she looked into his eyes! 

"Please...." Her voice was a soft whimper. He grinned, 
and Kirstie watched as his mouth lowered over hers. His 
tongue flicked her lips gently, soothing, searching. 
She felt weak at the knees. She briefly struggled then 
sagged into his arms. His hand slid lower, slid between 
her legs, then moved tantalizingly upwards. Her wet 
pussy soaked through her panties and coated his black 
fingers. 

His mouth clamped on hers in another fiercely 
passionate kiss. His hand slid inside her panties, 
sliding them to one side, and delving within. He 
explored her wetness. The heat, and arousal of her 
loins, was so much more intense than she had ever 
experienced before. Tentatively her tongue lapped 
against his own, greeting and accepting his tongue. 

His hands tightened her in the crotch of her panties, 
twisting and turning them until his grip was firm. A 
ripping noise filled the cabin. Kirstie was nearly 
faint with shock. The black stud had literally ripped 
her knickers off! She looked at his hand, raised before 
her face. The panties were in shreds. 

"You won't need these in Kenya!" 

Then he hurled them into the fire. She watched the 
flames curl, and frizzle at the material. He pushed her 
down to her knees in front of him. 

She crouched there at his feet, while he struggled with 
his trousers. Suddenly he pulled his cock free. She 
nearly screamed. It was incredibly thick and long. 

It had not been soda cans in his pocket at all, she 
realized. He grasped her hair tightly and pulled her 
forward. With his other hand he grasped his cock and 
slapped her face with it. Her cheek flushed as wet 
juice splashed against her face. He laughed and pulled 
her head back before slapping her face again with his 
cock. There was a cruelty in his eyes now, as his heavy 
black cock slapped from pretty white cheek to pretty 
white cheek. 

Red marks flushed her pretty face. Then he thrust into 
her mouth. Gripping her hair tightly, he thrust. 
Kirstie spluttered as she took her first cock into her 
mouth. Her "protector" laughed. A low evil laugh, as 
Kirstie struggled and choked. To Kirstie's shame and 
confusion, her tongue was licking and lapping as though 
it had a mind of its own. 

Finally he pulled free. He looked down at Kirstie, his 
eyes were cold and hard. She trembled at his feet as 
she looked in awe at this powerful vigorous man. His 
hand stroked lightly over his huge cock, then he pulled 
it erect. Kirstie found herself eyeing two large 
hanging testicles. 

"Lick," he commanded. 

"Lick!" roared the other Africans. To her amazement, 
Kirstie's head bobbed forward, and she started licking. 
Her body was betraying her, she reasoned. She had to 
submit, she reasoned. She had no alternative, she 
reasoned. Her breasts were throbbing with heat. Her 
nipples were straining, and her thighs were wet with 
her own running juices. She groaned as she licked at 
the delicious tasty pungent black balls. 

Then he pulled away again. He grinned down at her 
approvingly. She smiled happily in response to that 
grin. Then he turned around so he had his back to her. 
Kirstie was confused. She looked at his thick full 
heavy bottom. She was confused. What did he want? 

"Lick," the Africans shouted. Kirstie looked at them. 
"Lick!" they roared. Kirstie looked back at her new 
Master. Shocked, she saw he had parted his buttocks. 
The dark ring of his anus peeked at her. 

"Lick!" they almost screamed at her! Kirstie's head 
bobbed forward, and her dainty pink tongue licked. The 
room erupted as Africans surged forward. She found 
herself lifted off her feet and carried backwards to a 
straw pallet. Black hands ripped her clothes from her 
body. Hands that probed and eagerly and roughly 
fondled. Squeezed and stroked. Bodies surged on and 
around her as 10 African men sought to be the first to 
mount her. 

Suddenly Africans were flying all around picked up and 
hurled aside. Kirstie gasped as her "rescuer" loomed 
above. Her eyes fell to his cock. It was huge! It would 
split her apart. She clutched at the other Africans 
trying to keep them between her and the black God 
preparing to take his pleasure from her. 

Her hand slid across slippery black flesh, as the last 
African was torn free of her grasp. She lay beneath 
him, a vision of loveliness. Ah, so young. 

Goosebumps raced up and down her gorgeous white body. 
Her breasts heaved. He looked at her. 

"Well," Kirstie whimpered as her tightly clasped legs 
loosened and parted. She stared fearfully into his 
eyes, as her legs slowly drifted apart, opening for 
him. 

Finally she lay beneath him like a frightened pigeon. 
Spread. He grinned as he lowered himself. Laughed as 
Kirstie screamed as his cock impaled her virginity. 

He chortled, as 10 black inches thrust all the way home 
to Kirstie's desperate wailing keen. 

Her body shook and rolled in orgasm despite the pain of 
her deflowering. 

Later, much later, he pulled free from a sated, 
exhausted Kirstie. As he pulled away, the rumpus began 
again as the other Africans surged forward. Before 
Kirstie could draw breath, another eager desperate 
black cock was surging inside her wet, aroused centre. 

Others clustered around. Cocks were thrust at her face. 
Her hands were wrapped around other cocks. She could 
see men playing with themselves as they waited their 
turn. Another orgasm wracked her body, as the second 
African shot his seed deep inside her belly. 

He was quickly pulled away, and Kirstie found herself 
flicked over, and held face down. Immediately a heavy 
black cock thrust into her mouth and she suckled on it. 

Sudden pain wracked her body, as an African cock 
buggered her. Split her anal cherry with a fierce and 
eager lunge. Kirstie screamed around the cock in her 
mouth, which only excited the Africans more. Jets of 
heavy male sperm shot into her mouth. Kirstie struggled 
to free her mouth from the torrent pouring into her. 

The cock in her bottom thrust hard pushing her deeper 
onto the cock in her mouth. Suddenly she was sucking 
and swallowing, as she realized it was quite tasty. Her 
bottom bucked against the cock in her ass. She gulped 
for air as the cock in her mouth pulled free. It was a 
short gasp as another quickly replaced it. 

Ooooh! She realized. All these men are turned and want 
me. Every one of them is going to have me! She cooed, 
sucked, bucked and writhed! In the corner of her eye 
she saw the rest of her clothes being thrown onto the 
fire. She mewled around the thick, heavy black cock in 
her mouth. She wouldn't need the clothes anyway. 

Not this holiday. 

Two months later, Kirstie was writhing between two 
eager rutting Africans, on the mattress they had 
specially brought for her. The two months had been sex, 
drink, sex, sex, eat, sex, drink, and sex! She was sore 
and exhausted. Deeper in the cabin, she had an 
audience. It was not uncommon now. Performing on the 
bed while other Africans watched and usually joined in. 

Not just Africans. White people came to watch. Rich 
tourists she suspected coming to see a white girl 
fucked by African men. She didn't care anymore. The 
door opened and sunlight invaded the cabin. Kirstie 
closed her eyes, and continued suckling and humping. 

The Africans were haggling, bartering. It must be 
another tourist, she thought. She humped and nibbled, 
sucked and thrust. She loved putting on shows. It made 
the Africans even hornier to fuck her in front other 
Americans! 

Beer cans opened and the newcomer settled into his 
seat, watching the sweet young white girl writhe 
between the rutting Africans. He had come to Africa to 
try and find Kirstie, who had gone missing two months 
ago. Her father was a friend of his, and Susan his own 
daughter was one of her friends from school. Susan was 
back at the hotel sleeping off some sunstroke. 

He was 46, his first time abroad. He had heard there 
were shows like these in Africa. The white girl was 
obviously loving it, she was sandwiched between two 
eager thrusting blacks, and sucking on a third! His 
cock throbbed and he tried to appear nonchalant sipping 
on his beer. The girl's body shook in rapture as she 
had another orgasm. 

She was young enough to be Susan, he thought, and his 
cock throbbed and jerked at the wicked thought! 

The Africans were finished and leading the girl over to 
him. He could see a leather collar around her neck. A 
steel chain led to a central pillar. My God, he 
realized she was just like slave. Except she was white, 
and they the blacks were Masters. 

The girl was led in front of him. He looked down 
eagerly and was shocked to meet Kirstie's glazed, lust-
laden eyes. His face was stricken. 

"Please," she whispered, "help me." Her tongue licked 
nervously across the wet lips of a succulent mouth. The 
Africans had taught her to behave like this. It 
encouraged the tourists think it was real. That it was 
real was not lost on her. It excited her. 

He reached down. God forgive me, as his fingers reached 
for his zipper. God forgive me he whispered as he 
pulled that succulent mouth forward. He had fantasized 
about the lovely Kirstie sucking on his cock. Her 
father would never find out.... 

Kizeki grinned. As he slid quietly into the hut, he 
smiled as he watched the middle-aged American pleasure 
himself with Kirstie's mouth. He had to control his 
laughter. His own pretty daughter Susan was not in 
their hotel as he supposed. He had heard of this 
American asking too many questions and checked him out. 

Susan was safely ensconced in another of his shanty 
cabins miles deep in the township. When this American 
returned to the hotel to find his daughter gone, he 
would not need much imagination to know exactly what 
was happening to his own sweet daughter! By the time he 
led the police back here they would be long gone. 

END

(First published on DarkSecret.com)

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Kristen's collection - Directory 46